the bool - sada baby lyrics
[intro]
hmm, rest in peace buck, free sunny
rest in peace whites
mm*hm, what’s up boy*boy?
huh, if i crash the foreign, ok (jb, why they mad?)
huh, somethin’ new, drakie beams
scope, huh
hmm, what’s up smokey the boss
it’s that eastside, ain’t it
[chorus]
huh, if i crash the foreign off the drank i’ma blame it on mud
hoe feelin’ euphoric ’round gang, she blamed it on drugs
huh, i’m important and famous, i don’t give out hugs (nah)
her b*tch can’t no makeup on my bape tee, i’m too bool for that (what else?)
yeah, tell that hoe, “f*ck one of my n*ggas.” but this ain’t baby money (nah)
huh, i won’t give everybody down for sh*t ’cause i don’t pay for p*ssy
long live grills, lil tay*b, know i go brazy for ’em (hmm)
huh, scuba steve off in that water, out in navy world (hol’ up!)
[verse]
huh, n*ggas tryna ride my wave
it’s a green life, and them cubin links who walk onto a stain (ha)
i know n*ggas wanna chill with me ’cause i’m gon’ smoke they favorites
anytime i catch them n*ggas outside actin’ like they dangerous
now listen (what time it is?)
[?] (who i’m is?)
lemme hollow that door!
i only got love for the n*ggas with me (ok)
i know that they up they guns on them n*ggas we* (ok)
huh, b*tch we go home the way we came, you see the bigger picture
huh, we got sh*t to live for, huh, leave your tap open, like a fifth of liquor (d*mn)
hmm, this sh*t settle like henny
f*ckin’ like we wanted the baby
we had to set up types, uh (mm*hm)
looked a n*gga in his eyes, tell him he gon’ die tonight
i pull up all red with this b*tch like i’m a fire hydrant
i have the smoke like them firefighters (mm)
b*tch, i think i’m david ruffin with a draco (i mean)
b*tch, i’ll sing to your b*tch and shoot your face up (i will!)
b*tch, baby*man with me, where your sister at? (haha)
b*tch, beam*beam with me, where your mama nap? (mama, huh, huh)
b*tch, ham on some p*ssy, where your grandma yam? (huh)
b*tch, mark want some p*ssy but don’t tell his baby mama, she might do some’ to him (huh, huh)
then i’m gon’ have to k!ll her and go raise my n*gga children
moral of the story, i’m with murderers and n*ggas who be freakin’ all the hoochies
smashin’ sh*t before i was reachin’ it, i ain’t even ’bout the gucci (uh)
i’ma tell my ass i go missy eliot on that coochie
uh, who got the keys to my ride? (beep*beep, who got the keys?) i ain’t drive sh*t
2k, but this wockhardt, with a live b*tch
huh, free rick, free my baby g [?] (hm)
huh, one of my gang members loud, ’bout to pull up with fast sticks
huh, i’ve been a trooper ‘fore park pearson, i ain’t laugh since
huh, i’m at a, not no go fish, that’s why we ride tents
get a b*tch married, angel on demon time, showed her nine tricks (what else?)
huh, do some special sh*t for me ’cause i ain’t normal
i clutched the bl!ck when n*ggas steppin’ close to be ’cause i ain’t cordial (what else?)
get the drip, and from my head to toes on fleek and [?]
huh, we might drop them n*ggas ‘cross the street, blame it on bordom
she had her tongue out soon as she turned twenty*three, blame it on jordan (d*mn!)
that n*gga died durin’ combat, tried to tell him he was immortal
huh, told him he can’t come back, this real life, ain’t no portals (d*mn!)
huh, this not rick and morty, throw bullets like blake bortles (hmm)
huh, you be fakin’ ’bout your game like blake griffin
around us you aligned but turned up ’round new n*ggas
hmm, weird, huh, thought he was a introvert
huh, really we just had that n*gga shook ’cause we put in work (hmm, what else?)
huh, got a forty inch vert on that bop stick (hmm)
yeah, had that b*tch to go uptown so we can drop sh*t
hmm, who i’m is? (bingo) bingo, hol’ up! huh
i ain’t got no friends with me (nah)
i relate to every last one of my mans with me (my family)
hmm, this the family
huh, d*mn right, her booty boom in bed, man, my [?] (what else?)
huh, d*mn right, that choppa put went thirty*one and put them bands right (huh)
huh, d*mn right, her lil’ jay and los’ gon’ put they hands on me (what else?)
[?] got free smoke for any n*gga that ain’t never had none’ (uh)
huh, couple loose racks and 20’s, rubberband it up (rubberband it up)
huh, deep as f*ck, nah, that ain’t my biddy, b*tch, this our sh*t (n*gga)
hmm
gonna run this b*tch into detroit n*gga, this ours, n*gga
big squad, hmm
huh, been ready to rock out, n*gga
huh, i know petty and them gon’ pop out, n*gga
huh, we be on the sh*t they not ’bout, huh, n*gga
huh, we set the screen, this a knockdown, hmm, n*gga
huh, that fn make ’em [?] stick (n*gga)
huh, but i got steves and b*reefs sittin’ in the paint, what he gon’ do with them? (run)
huh, it go kay*d, it go b*wayne, it go day bo (n*gga)
on some sh*t that have a n*gga dancin’ stupid, look like faybo (n*gga)
huh, we shoot wherever we at, the ar gopro (n*gga)
got tied and scored thirty in the hood, i had to go pro (n*gga)
huh, all the old women love me ’cause i’m him, not them (mm*hm)
matter fact all the women love me ’cause i’m him, not them (ahh)
i’m at the spot with the cameras on in the random bedrooms (shhh)
her n*gga try to slide down our block he gon’ lose a random pair of limbs (what else?)
huh, we be too illegal for a boat ride (hmm)
feel like the coastguard was watchin’ us the whole time (no kizzy)
we livin’ with some wockhardt, two bowls, ’bout four .9’s
huh, ready for the trap war or a gun fight ’cause it could go down (uhhh)
huh, i’m that motherf*cker matter the where you at
huh, me gorilla, i ain’t never been no scary cat (nah)
huh, when we leave the scene, it’s routine, here come the paramedics
huh, if i was seen, joe billy jean, bet she was buried next
[chorus]
huh, if i crash the foreign off the drank i’ma blame it on mud
hoe feelin’ euphoric ’round gang, she blamed it on drugs
huh, i’m important and famous, i don’t give out hugs
her b*tch can’t no makeup on my bape tee, i’m too bool for that
yeah, tell that hoe, “f*ck one of my n*ggas.” but this ain’t baby money (hmm)
huh, i won’t give everybody down for sh*t ’cause i don’t pay for p*ssy (hmm)
long live grills, lil tay*b, know i go brazy for ’em (nah)
huh, scuba steve off in that water, out in navy world (what else?)
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